Captain Uni

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Here's my character.

Thomas Roosevelt, Hotel Mogul

Thomas Richard Roosevelt

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"Life is just one long set-up for a joke. Death is the punchline."

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Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed.

|| NAME ||

Thomas Richard 'Tom' Roosevelt

|| GENDER ||

Male

|| AGE ||

29

|| ROLE ||

Hotel Mogul

|| SEXUALITY ||

Asexual, biromantic (isn't interested in sex, but will date members of either gender)

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Single

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Doctor says, "treatment is simple. The great clown - Pagliacci - in town tonight. Go see him."

|| POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

Funny
Charismatic
Outgoing

|| NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

Cynical (and his jokes are dark in nature, in turn)
Depressed (uses his extrovertive nature and comedy as a coping mechanism)
Has a hair-trigger temper

|| QUIRKS ||

Sings random, usually old, songs when alone.
Loves Metal Gear Solid, and has every game in the series.
Loves Indiana Jones, to the point that he usually hums the Indiana Jones theme when running (recreationally, that is. If running from something else, he's too busy running for his life to hum), in vein of Indy running from the boulder.

|| HOBBIES ||

Writing (he got his little brother into it)
Gaming
Watching movies
Singing
Crying
Wanting his family back

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Man bursts into tears. "But doctor," he says...

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

Father - Howard Philip Roosevelt - Police Officer - Deceased - Tom's idol and role model. Passed away a year ago in a car accident.
Mother - Martha Jane Roosevelt (née Lovecraft) - Baker - Tom's mother and the only person he loves anymore. Lives in Chicago, Tom's hometown. He calls her every week or so.
Brother - Harrison John Roosevelt - College Student - Deceased - Tom's little brother, whom he loved with all his heart. Passed away in the same car accident as his father.

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

Has a room in his hotel, built specifically for him and any future owners. Usually locks himself in there unless needed. The room has three rooms: a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room/kitchen combo. Bedroom has a king-sized bed, a flat-screen TV (has a Playstation 4 hooked up to it), a bookcase, and a shelf filled to the brim with movies and video games. Bathroom is, well, just a bathroom. Kitchen, again, just a kitchen. Living room has a sofa, more bookcases, another flat-screen TV, and a grandfather clock.

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"I am Pagliacci."

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

"I was born to a police officer and a baker, and when I was growing up I always wanted to be a hotel owner for God knows what reason. Sounds like the set up to some kinda joke, huh? Anyway, growing up in school I was one of the popular kids. I liked talking, I was good at talking, and I was funny. What can I say? They were my natural skills, and as a result people liked me.
"But God didn't. I got sick constantly growing up, so I had to miss school a lot. This led to bad grades because I wasn't there to do the work. Got held back a few times. Eventually my little brother Harry rolls around, and I instantly fall in love with him. 'Finally,' I thought, 'someone to teach my skills to'. I taught him how to write, showed him some video games, and he carried those traits over. Was always really quiet though. Got out of it by the time he was about 14. Last I saw him, when he was 17 or so, he went on a trip with some friends. Never saw him again.
"When I was about 27 and living in San Francisco, I got a call from mom. Said that Harry and dad were in an accident. Critical condition. And I couldn't come see them because I was so far away. They died two hours later. And I wasn't there for them... After that I got depressed, went out less, eventually I decided I'd fulfill my dream of running a hotel. Moved to this town called Ashenport, real Silent Hill kinda fucking place. I built a hotel. And life seems to be looking up a bit."

|| THEME SONG ||

Brazil - Geoff Muldaur
_{Brazil
Where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured 'someday soon...'}

|| NIGHTMARE ||

A tall, pale and gaunt man with a hawk-like nose and no hair, not even eyebrows. Wears a black suit and matching bowler hat, with a white undershirt and blood-red tie. Usually follows from a distance, but gets closer over time. When up close, his flesh begins to rot off and the suit becomes bloodied. Whispers things like 'someday' and 'soon' (because I wanted my theme song to be meaningful, dammit!).

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

So while listening to music I was rambling to myself. About 40 minutes in I started debating with myself on what makes a word offensive and not offensive when its inherently not an offensive word and came to the conclusion that Woman is a very offensive word due to it having 2 syllables while every other gender based word has only 1 and that it should be replaced by lady instead as it just sounds better. Is that weird? Also we need to bring back some older words like Moxie. Nice single syllable words. Also brittish people have a lot of neat single syllable words that would be neat over here in the US. Like Torch for flashlight and whatnot.

Also rambled and had a theory on how to make an UFO, a bit on psionics and if that could be the 5th fundamental force they found, and a LOT of story stuff. xD But those aren't as weird since thats science stuff, not literary philosophy which is very subjective.

@Mistress Dizzy Oh yeah, about cooking. I tend to make soups, stews, and other things that cook slowly. I'm still learning myself, and I don't think anything I'd say would help much at your job, since I start cooking them in the morning and they're not done til 8 hours later. lol. But when chicken is so tender that it falls apart almost instantly you can't argue. xD

@Archmage MC

I want whatever you're smoking.

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Making a sheet for the hotel mogul, hope to get him up sometime tonight or tomorrow.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

"Pain... So much... Pain..." Six says, still clutching his face as the girl called Abigail is pushed onto him by the brown-haired man. This causes him to grunt in pain, rather than cry out as he had been doing. "Hospital... Please..." A plethora of thoughts were running through his mind at the time.

First and foremost was pain. So much pain.

Second was that this place was not normal. At all. In just a day, he had been introduced to a screaming lunatic, two cat people, a gun-toting woman, and a girl who seemed to be obsessed with aliens. His theory for this was that it's probably a prison camp for mentally ill people. Wait... Does that mean that he's mentally ill? Nah, he's a perfect picture of a healthy mental state.

Third was pain.

Fourth was that no one bothered to give him their room numbers. Oh well, he'll find out eventually.

And last but not least, he knew that he was probably going to be stuck here for a long, long, long time. And, for some reason, a part of him was okay with that. That part was quickly overcome by his desire to escape.

While he thought of these things, Six just laid there on the ground, covering his face and silently sobbing to himself in pain.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Alternate title for Episode One: Six gets hurt. A lot.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

The next few moments were very surreal for Six. First, there was ANOTHER scream. Yep, definitely not an alarm clock, Six thought to himself. Considering he was still sitting in front of the door, he was knocked to the side when a man with brown hair, presumably a year or so older than Six, threw it open. Six hit his head on the floor. Three injuries in one day!

"OWWWWW, DAMMIT!" Six cursed, clutching his head. "WHY MUST THE UNIVERSE PUNISH THE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" He cried out, before pushing himself up and propping himself up against the wall, as he couldn't stand normally due to his foot still hurting from trying to kick down the door. The brown-haired man who threw the door open, and was presumably the one screaming earlier, ran around the building in a panic.

Then a plum-haired woman emerged from room number 10, wielding... AN ASSAULT RIFLE!? "I have a baaaad feeling about this..." Six says upon seeing the woman, who then fired red paintballs at the brown-haired man. Well, at least they aren't bullets. And she isn't shooting at us, just the insane guy! Maybe today will get bett-- Six's thoughts were interrupted by a stray paintball hitting him in the face, knocking him back onto the ground. Nope, yep, FOUR INJURIES ALL IN ONE DAY!

"FUCKING ARGH!" Six cursed once more, clutching his face. A bruise was forming under his left eye. "WHY AM I THE ONLY PERSON BEING HURT RIGHT NOW!?" Man, he was taking a lot of punishment today. It'd probably only get worse from here on out. NOT IF I ESCAPE, THAT IS, Six thought to himself. And he would escape from... Whatever the hell this is. But probably not though.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Six learned two things that day. One was that kicking a door with all your might hurts. Two was that the 'alarm clock', better known as Yagamine screaming like a lunatic, had caused him not one, but two different injuries that day.

After failing to kick it open with what he thought was a super ultra mega power kick, Six's foot felt like it was on fire. And, after holding back tears and a scream for a few moments, he cried out in pain.

"AAAAAAAAAGH, FUCKING JESUS H CHRIST THIS HURTS! AARGH, I THINK MY FOOT'S BROKEN!" Six shouted, falling on his ass and clutching his right foot. "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH, GOD, SOMEONE GET ME AN ICE PACK OR SOMETHING!" These shouts of agony were probably loud enough for most of the apartment to hear. It wasn't as loud as Yagamine's scream, so it didn't reach outside, but still... It was loud.

"Oooohhhh, fuck... Okay, maybe it isn't broken, but this HURTS." He says, still clutching his foot and rocking back and forth. "Still... Ice pack. Please. Anyone."

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Six frowned when Abigail said that people... Well, called her Abigail. "Your room number. Your old identity doesn't mean anything to you anymore." Then, he turned to the new people arriving: a young man saying he was from Room No. 1, and another young man who didn't identify his room number. It seems everyone was flocking to this room. Six had no clue why.

"So... Is there any reason we're all flocking to this room? I mean, the poor resident in here is probably looking through the keyhole and shaking in his or her boots because there's a bunch of strangers surrounding their room!" Six says, then remembers the scream from earlier. Wait... It came from this room.

Was it possible that wasn't the alarm clock? What if the people who ran this place were doing experiments on the other prisoners? Was that an actual scream of pain and agony and possible constipation? WOULD SIX BE NEXT?!

"Break down the door, break down the door, we have to save whoever is in there!" He shouted, a sudden whiplash from his calm, inquisitive nature from earlier. He then went up to the door and kicked it, probably doing nothing but hurting his foot in the process. But maybe, if he's lucky, he kicked it off its hinges!

Probably not though.

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

@BlackPanther @Archmage MC @KatherinWinter

"I was just beat from the rest of the course. I mean, come on, I'm just a normal human! All I have are my wits, some training, and my grappling gun." Walter said to Light after she said something about setting a precedent with the last obstacle. When the white-haired guy, Jasper if he recalls correctly, said that he was awesome on the course, Walter grinned, and his mask recreated the expression with a smiley face.

"Thanks! And yeah, those walls... Not fun. Not fun at all." Jasper said something to Light, then said that Walter's mask was cool. "Yeah, it is pretty awesome. This is actually the original Rorschach's mask, y'know. My dad took it for safe keeping after Rorschach was vaporized by Doctor Manhattan. Bet he never thought I would want to use it, haha."

After a moment, Walter said "Man, it's really hard to see in this." With that, he took off his cap and mask, revealing his face to the group for the first time. He held the mask in his hand, and brushed some hair out of his eyes. "I have no clue how Rorschach could see with this mask on 24/7. Not even an exaggeration, the dude almost never took it off."

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

@BlackPanther @Archmage MC @KatherinWinter
"Wow." Walter says, after seeing Light's wormhole power in use. "That was so awesome! I wish I could do that." After a moment or two of hesitation, he decided to say screw it and go through the course. "Now, let's see how well a normal little human like me can do this." With that, he clapped his hands together and walked towards the first part of the course.

The first part was easy. After all, he had enhanced agility, skill as an acrobat, and, if he decided to be lazy, a freaking grappling gun. But he wasn't lazy. At least not yet. So, he decided to use his natural skills and jumped from platform to platform. This was rather easy for him, and, before he knew it, he had cleared the first part of the test.

The second part was a bit harder. Walter was strong, but not on superhuman levels as he was just a normal human being with a bit of training. Nonetheless, he tried the second part of the test. He found it to be a bit easier than expected, after all his body was pretty small, but it was still a struggle. His arms gave out at the midway point, but when he tried again he managed to clear it. 'Two down, four to go' Walter thought to himself.

The third part would be easier. At least he hoped it would. Walter got himself into a good position, planting his arms on the wall and then his feet, and began climbing. At about the a quarter of the way up, he began to falter, but nonetheless powered through it. It was three fourths of the way up that he began to think he would fall and break his neck or something. This fear caused him to freeze, before he shook his head to clear the thought, and continued on, despite the ache in his arms and legs. 'Three down, three to go' Walter thought after clearing the third part.

After a few moments of resting and telling himself that it'll all be worth it when he graduates and becomes a real hero, Walter got up and went through with the fourth part. Again, he thought it would be easy, but he was wrong. He nearly fell six times before he finished, and he almost resorted to just using his grappling gun to get to the other side, but decided against it. 'That would go against the spirit of the course,' he thought to himself. 'Then again, that Light girl used a wormhole to get past the sixth part...' Shaking the thought off, he continued through until he got to the end of it.

Part five was the part that Walter was worried about. He was definitely strong enough to lift 50 pounds, but there were multiple walls, all just going up in weight. The first wall was easy. Second wall was easy. Third wall he was a bit strained. Fourth wall he was strained. Fifth wall he thought he was going to be crushed. He powered through, repeating to himself "it's all gonna be worth it, it's all gonna be worth it, it's all gonna be worth it..." Finally, he finished that part, his arms feeling like they were on fire. His legs weren't as bad, but they were still pained.

When he reached the sixth part, Walter just gave up using his natural skill. He pulled out his grappling gun, aimed it at a rafter above the top of the ramp, fired, and flied through the air and onto the rafter. He then retracted the hook into the grappling gun, dropped down onto the top of the ramp, picked himself up, and brushed imaginary dirt off his jacket. Tipping his newsboy cap at Beast, Walter slid down the ramp and rejoined his group.

"You guys should try that without any powers... It ain't easy, I'll tell you that much." The inkblots on his mask moved to make a stereotypical dead face (x's for eyes, and a frown with the tongue sticking out).